How much does Feng Luan know about love?

Qi Ye's eyes were red, and he placed his trembling palms on Feng Zhiwei's chest. The wet touch made his eyes crack, and he immediately withdrew from her body, wrapping Feng Zhiwei tightly in the bright yellow robe.

The guards only saw two figures flying by in front of them, and had no idea what happened. ,

Feng Zhiwei's wound opened unexpectedly, and her high fever persisted. The entire Tai Hospital panicked. Facing the anxious Qi Ye, everyone was terrified.

"My lord, if the high fever doesn't subside, I'm afraid..."

Its meaning is self-evident.

Qi Ye clenched his fists hard, his cold breath dissipated in an instant, looking at that quiet little face, his hand had already reached her forehead, with complicated emotions.

"My child... my child, don't go, don't! Don't..."

I don't know what dream she had, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, her forehead was so hot, Qi Ye couldn't bear it, and was about to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Brother Rongjing!"

Qi Ye hung his hands in the air, and the kneeling imperial doctor wished he could bury his head in the ground and pretend he didn't hear anything.

"Brother Rongjing, I'm sorry, I'm the one who hurt you, you go, go..."

Qi Ye grasped his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, looked at Feng Zhiwei for a while, then shook his sleeves fiercely, and walked away, "If you don't save her, I will punish you nine clans!"

That slender figure appeared in Feng Zhiwei's dream, choked up and shouted, "Qi Ye, Qi Ye, don't go, Qi Ye..."

It's a pity that Qi Ye has gone far.

Feng Zhiwei didn't know how long she had been in a coma. When she woke up, the sky was white and she was lying peacefully. Normally, Feng Zhiwei liked the shock brought by Yongye Chuhan the most.

"water……"

She moved her dry lips, her voice echoed in the empty room, Feng Zhiwei supported her frail body, and walked forward step by step, staggering, just enough to reach the kettle.

"Feng Zhiwei."

The voice was mixed with surprise, Feng Zhiwei didn't seem to hear it, and gulped down two mouthfuls of water.

"Oh, don't you miss your elder brother Rongjing? He has escaped? Are you happy?"

Qi Ye picked up Feng Zhiwei, paused, hugged her in his arms, and put her on the bed, even with a bit of care.

"You are lucky if you don't kill him."

After saying that, her neck was already pinched, Feng Zhiwei didn't want to struggle, she looked up at Qi Ye, and sneered mercilessly, "Since you hate me so much, you should kill me now, otherwise you will find an opportunity for me in the future , will definitely kill you and then hurry up!"

Qi Ye snorted coldly, leaving behind a lonely back.

Feng Zhiwei was completely imprisoned and became thinner and thinner. Qi Ye occasionally came to see her, but was locked outside the door. Feng Zhiwei didn't know what day and night it was, and planting flowers and willows every day became a pleasure.

As night fell and counted the stars in the sky, Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes and prayed with all her heart, "God, you must protect brother Rongjing from Qi Ye's clutches."

"Hehehe, Feng Zhiwei, is this your wish?" Qi Ye swung his palm tightly, tightly gripping Feng Zhiwei's hair, the pain caused tears to flow down her cheeks.

Qi Ye narrowed his eyes coldly.

The smell of alcohol almost made Feng Zhiwei suffocate.

Qi Ye remained indifferent, and dragged Feng Zhiwei to the bedside.

"What are you going to do?"

What responded to her was the sound of clothes being torn apart, Feng Zhiwei cried and struggled, and found a pair of scissors under the pillow, her heart choked, and she stabbed hard.

Fu Ziqian was startled, he should have been able to dodge, the scissors pierced deeply into Qi Ye's shoulder, and blood gushed out.

"You..." Feng Zhiwei shivered and curled up into a ball.